Posts made in June, 2018

Going to the Chapel

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Going to the Chapel

And We’re Gonna Get Married! I tossed and turned all night trying to go to sleep but my restless mind would not stop thinking. The excitement and the anticipation that the next evening of becoming Frank’s wife forever, just would not let my mind rest. Of course, that was interlaced with worrisome thoughts about if Frank was okay.  Knowing those guys all to well who had taken Frank to the beach for a Bachelor Party had me asking myself many questions. Did they let him drown?  Was he tied up to a tree on the courthouse lawn in Bay City? Or worse yet, tied up to that tree in the...

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Our Wedding Reception

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Our Wedding Reception

Rice, Ice, Spark Plugs, Water and Cannonballs? As Jimmy, our chauffeur and Bestman, drove Frank and I up to the Wedding Reception at the Oasis Hotel, we noticed that they had put our names on their lighted marque in front of the hotel saying, “Frank and Nancy Wedding Reception”.  It was so special! It would be the first and last time we ever had our names in lights but that made it even more special. Jimmy pulled the car up to the front door entrance then Frank and Jimmy helped me to get out of the car without the “hoop thangy”  exposing me to all of the guests who...

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Honeymoon & HemisFair 1968

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Honeymoon & HemisFair 1968

  Waking up that first morning as Frank’s wife was surreal.  Wondering was it all a dream or reality, then I heard Frank say, “Good Morning Mrs. L. F. Henderson, Jr.” and I knew it was real. Frank and I did what we needed to do to get dressed then repacked our suitcases so we could get a start on our first day as Husband and Wife. I should stop right here and say “thank you” with very deep appreciation to my Mom and her good friend, Peggy Goodloe Fisher.  Evidently, they were feeling very mischievous while I was in the shower the day of my Wedding, so they...

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First Separation Hurts Deeply

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First Separation Hurts Deeply

Frank and I arrived back to Van Vleck from our Honeymoon on May 13, 1968, which meant we needed to decide where we were going to stay.  We decided to split the time he had left of his leave staying together at our folk’s homes.  Frank would fly out for Fort Devens in Ayer, Massachusetts on May 18, 1968, but I would not be able to follow him there until June 1, 1968, the day after I graduated from High School. We spent every minute of those few days together but it seemed like the minutes flew by too quickly then suddenly it was time to take Frank to the airport for him to fly away by...

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Our First Home in Ayer, Mass.

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Our First Home in Ayer, Mass.

Getting on an airplane in Houston at Hobby Airport then being nervous because of never having flown before,  I so was excited to finally be on my way to be with Frank again. Of course, flying Student Standby meant that I could be held up at any point of my trip if the plane I was scheduled to fly on was full with others who had paid the full amount for a ticket. My flight would take me from Houston to Chicago then after changing planes in Chicago, I would fly on to Boston where Frank would be waiting at the airport for me. After arriving at the airport in Chicago and finally finding the gate...

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